#anyways im glad the show is touching on this

[vonbabbitt]

Thank you for creating Tetro! It’s an amazing series that even touched me — a thirty-something grown woman — because of how good it is.

I resonated deeply with Hayashi. As someone who also survived childhood assault and long term abduction, seeing how hard she worked for everyone broke my heart. Her death hit me hard — it even triggered a small panic attack. I'm scared I'll end up like her: trying to fix everything, learning to accept love I thought I didn't deserve, only to fail and never live long enough to see it.

I loved the final 7 and always wanted them to escape, but I always felt she deserved to survive the most, and I know many people agree. Her death felt like salt in a very raw wound. I just hope that in her last moments, even with regrets, she remembered the happiness she shared with her friends and family — because I doubt her death was quick.

Mid-cry, I had to snap back to my office work and thought, "What the hell am I doing? I have taxes and accounting stuffs to do" LOL, But the fact you made someone like me — a non-gamer, non-anime fan, gen X — care so deeply to a fictional teenager shows what an incredible writer you are, Von. Please keep creating. Thank you! Whenever someone said otherwise, please at least remember this message if it can make you feel better!!

Also, I just discovered AUs, and that's how I'm coping, LOL. I hope you’re okay with people imagining their own endings. I'm very new to fandoms and stuffs and I don't know if it offend the writer when fans have their own ending or scenarios that they accepted as canon (?) Anyway sorry for the long write!!

thank you very, very much for your high praise and im really glad that you were able to connect with hayashi in that way! i want to keep writing for as long as i possibly can, so i hope that i can continue writing stories that you feel connected to and enjoy <3 welcome to the fandom space!!

[alloftheficsyoulovedbefore]

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[aenslem]

THE RAVEN Star Trek: Voyager

[deoidesign]

"what do hands mean about a character?"

Their hands mean they love eachother

(webcomic)

[gifti3]

still not over Z biting me

[blairswldorfs]

fellas is it normal to have a framed photo of your best friend posing on their own?

[rafeandonlyrafe]

angel of a daughter

words: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, stepcest, stepdad!rafe, p in v sex, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, female receiving oral, fingering, breeding, fertility issues (from mother), reader is described as having big boobs, kinda pregnancy kink from rafe but more talk of sex while pregnant, cheating (no daddy kink)

“i got the results back.” your mom says, her voice low and sad, revealing her results with her tone alone. “the doctor says theres no way.” “i’m sorry, mama.” you pout, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. you hate that you feel a bit of relief. your mom had you young, a teenager knocked up by another teenager who ran off the second he heard his girlfriend got pregnant.

your mom raised you until you were a teenager yourself, doing everything by herself until your stepdad came into the picture. he inserted himself perfectly into your life, but expected to have kids of his own.

“whats the plan then?” you question as your stepdad comes into the living room, setting a glass of water down in front of your mom. you sit on either side of her, showing your support. “adoption? surrogate?” 

you like being an only child. you like it just being you, mom, and rafe, but at the same time, you want your mom to be happy, and if a baby gives her that, you'll adjust for her.

“actually…” rafe clears his throat. “we were hoping you’d be willing to help out.”

“yeah, of course.” you nod. “anyway i can.” 

you don’t realize what rafe means until later. you assumed it was just help researching adoption agencies, or finding a surrogate, but as rafe hovers over you, you realize he means to breed you.

“m-my mom can’t be okay with this.” you stutter out, body stiff against the bed, trapped as you blink up at rafe, body caging you over the mattress.

“she thinks you’re going to get inseminated.” he huffs out, breath warm against your face. “and in a way you are. a natural way.”

“i-i-” you stutter out. “i don't know about this.”

“come on, i see the way you look at me.” rafe shifts his weight to one hand, gliding down the other down your torso, squeezing your hip gently. “i know you want this.”

“you're married to my mom!” your eyes are wide, but a spark does ignite inside of you. “you're my stepdad!”

“and you’re going to be doing both of us such a big favor, pretty girl.” rafe coos, his fingers running along the material of your shorts, stroking closer and closer to your center every time.

“i-i guess it would be easier than going to a doctor.” you’re sure it involves waivers and legal shit that your mind just can’t even wrap around.

“exactly!” rafe smiles down at you, glad for your naivety. “besides, im making you feel good... you’ll get pregnant, and both of us will feel real good.”

“how many times will we get to do it?” you whisper, hands reaching up to touch rafes cheeks, running your finger down the smooth planes. “like, it probably won’t take the first time.”

“as many times as we have to babygirl. and i’ll take real good care of you during your pregnancy. rub your feet, buy whatever you are craving, eat you out.” rafe loves the way your eyes blow wide.

“thats not appropriate!” your mom has lectured you long and hard about sexual experiences and above all how important it is to wait so you don’t become pregnant young like she did. and now she is asking you to allow your stepdad to breed you when you’re freshly out of your teen years.

“its okay, its just you helping us out so im helping you back out in return.” rafe moves his hand up to cup your cheek. “let me show you.”

he leans down to press your lips together in a kiss. you lay frozen for a moment before beginning to move back, reciprocating the kiss as your hands fist into his shirt, tugging him lower.

you let out a moan into his mouth and rafe has to pull away to chuckle. “see, i knew you wanted me babygirl.”

“yeah.” you nod. “okay, lets do this.” damn the consequences, you can think about them later.

“good.” he coos out, lips back against yours quickly as his hand gropes at your breast, rubbing them through your tanktop. you’ve always been insecure about the size of your chest, but as rafe lowers down to look at them, you think about them in a whole new light.

“these are gonna feed our baby so well.” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lower and lower until it breeches the swell of your breasts and they pop out the top. you don’t ask who he means by ‘our’. you can indulge in the fantasy that it’s just you and rafe. that your mom is still in the picture, but only in the role as your mother, not the one of rafes baby. 

rafe wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking deeply into his mouth, so in contrast to what it must feel like to have an infant feeding.

“i-more.” you gasp out as rafes fingers play with your other nipple, rolling and pinching at it until they’re both stiff peaks.

“i can’t wait to fuck you baby.” rafe says, helping you sit up just slightly to pull your shirt off, the small pajama shorts the only barrier you have left on your body. rafe also tugs his shirt off. you’ve seen him shirtless before in the pool or on your boat, but its different in this low lighting, so intimate and close. 

“gonna eat your pretty pussy first though.” rafe tugs your shorts down, your thighs pressing together to allow you to keep that part of yourself hidden for a moment longer, before rafe is pushing at your legs and slotting himself onto the bed in between them.

“aww.” rafe smiles, looking much more like a boy your age with his grin rather than your stepfather. “i knew she’d be cute.” his hands stroke over your inner thighs. “have you ever had a guy eat your pussy before?”

“no.” you shake your head. “never done anything with a guy.” you’ve kissed past boyfriends, but it never went beyond that.

“im gonna be your first?” theres a spark in rafes eye when he realizes that you’re a virgin. that he’s going to deflower you, fill you up. 

“y-yeah.” you nod. 

rafe wants you to cum once with his mouth and fingers first to open you up and get you wetter before he fucks you, so he wastes no more time, pushing his face forward between your legs, tongue swiping over your folds as you scream out in pleasure. 

rafe is glad as your moans increase with every flick of his tongue and glide of his lips that he chose to sneak into your room in a time when your mom was gone, off to the spa with her girlfriends, no doubt sharing to them her recent doctors trip and how her angel of a daughter agreed to be a surrogate so her and rafe could have a baby of their own.

“you taste so good.” rafe says. he isn’t one to enjoy giving head often, but you really are the sweetest taste on his lips. he focuses in on your clit as your entire body stiffens before relaxing, sighing out as your head becomes fuzzier and fuzzier with every touch of rafes mouth.

“do you touch yourself here?” rafe asks, pressing kisses to your clit, making out with it just like he did you mouth.

“no.” you shake your head. you occasionally grinded yourself into a pillow stuffed between your legs to get off when you got too overwhelmed, but you never reached your hand in your pants to feel yourself.

“what about here?” rafe brings his hand to your cunt, finger circling around your entrance.

your eyes widen again, that gloriously innocent startled look that has rafe grinding into the bed to give his cock some sort of relief.

“never!” you shake your head.

rafe just smiles, going back to focusing on your clit as his finger pushes in. you’re so wet it’s not difficult at all, but he can feel the way you squeeze around his digit, getting used to the feeling of the intrusion.

“relax for me, princess.” rafe says, sucking at your clit as he begins to move his finger in and out until he’s able to easily pump, the delicious squelching of your wetness filling the room with his every movement.

“gonna add a second, okay?” rafe talks you through the process, not wanting to do something to scare you into changing your mind. “gotta open you up for my cock, baby.”

rafe pushes a second finger into your entrance, working you open until he feels your body stiffen, his concentration going to your clit as he works you through your orgasm, your high so suddenly breeching that your body locks up and you let out a scream.

“shh, i got you.” rafe kisses along your mound as you work through it, pussy clenching around his fingers as he scissors them, knowing he needs you looser to fit inside.

“that-” you gasp out, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “that was so good.” “yeah?” rafe smiles up at you. “i can keep helping you feel that way, baby.”

“mhm.” you nod, not sure how you’ll ever go without now that you’ve felt the high that rafe can get you.

“can i fuck you now?” he questions. as much as he’s ready to go right now, if he has to build you up to allow him inside bare, he would wait.

“yeah.” your voice is dripping with eagerness. “yeah, yes please. just need a drink of water first.”

you sit up slightly, going to reach for your water bottle on your bedside table, but rafe moves quicker, helping you bring the bottle to your lips and suck the water down, pulling away with a gasp as a drop of water glides down your chin, reaching your throat before rafes tongue is on your skin, tasting the sheen of sweat as he follows the wet trail up to your lips, kissing you to keep your mind occupied.

he works his pants and underwear off while you’re wrapped up in the kiss, your hands stroking through his hair, playing with the strands. 

rafe moves your legs to wrap around his hips as he holds onto his cock, swiping it through your folds. he taps the head against your sensitive swollen clit, making you pull away with a gasp.

“stay nice and relaxed for me, baby.” rafe says, pressing kisses to your jaw as he lines up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, your eyes clenching shut as your chest moves up and down with each breath, trying to keep your body relaxed like rafe said.

“there ya go.” rafe says, halfway inside your cunt. “good girl.”

he pushes as far in as your pussy allows, both of you sitting in that moment, relishing in the feeling of being joined together as you stretch to accommodate his large length, shifting your hips side to side and up and down to get used to the feeling.

“i gotta move, baby.” rafe says, his voice sounding strained.

“yeah, go ahead.” you nod. despite your affirmation, rafe continues to move slowly, his hips swinging back before pressing forward, carefully building up a rhythm.

“it feels really good.” you tell rafe, your cheeks flushed bright pink, hair fanned out on the pillow around you like a glowing halo.

“yeah, yeah.” rafe nods rapidly, his grip on control quickly loosening. “you feel so good too.”

rafe knows he should stop, but he loves the way your body reacts to his dirty words. “you’re so tight around me. i love this pussy. so much better than your mamas. gonna give me a baby, right?”

“i-yeah.” you nod. “fill me up.”

rafes loosening control shatters, his hips swinging forward fast, burying his cock inside of you as the pace instantly triples. you let out a squeal, the sheets gripped in your hands as he pounds into you.

“gonna fill up your pretty little cunnie, baby.” rafe grunts out, his own forehead sheening with sweat from his effort, his muscles straining as he pushes up then down, up then down.

“want it so bad.” you whine. 

“fuck.” rafe gasps out, mouth dropping open, his lips shiny from eating you out. “can’t last much longer. gonna cum.”

you experiment, clenching your pussy around his cock, and judging by rafes reaction of a loud moan and curse, you can tell he likes it. you continue, squeezing every time he pulls out, wanting to keep his cock wrapped in your warmth.

“i-im cumming.” rafe gasps out, his cock growing inside of you before your eyes widen, suddenly feeling warmth spreading as his cum fills you, his cock pressing in even harder, hoping it reaches your womb.

“god.” rafe groans, lowering his body on top of yours, but you don’t care about the weight as you smile.

“we’re gonna keep doing that?” you ask, running your hand down his back.

rafe looks up at you. “oh, of course baby. gonna keep fucking you while you’re pregnant too, maybe you’ll give us twins.”

you roll your eyes and giggle at rafe. “thats not how it works, silly!” “oh, what do you know?” rafe smirks at you. “you haven’t even had sex before!”

“well… i have now.” you mumble, shifting your hips from side to side, rafes cock still lodged deep inside of you.

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[mclqren]

BALLERINA ★ LN4

PAIRING ✦ lando norris x fem!ballerina!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you play odette in the 'swan lake' ballet, and you manage to capture the attention of an f1 driver who has come to watch [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader plays odette in the swan lake ballet, and is british. she’s good friends with carmen, george’s girlfriend. the fc i've used is pdm.clara, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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[mister0ctopus]

blame the government

One Shot - Min Yoongi

Pairings: GovernmentWorker!Yoongi x Reader

Summary:  "suck a d!ck and choke on it!” you told that annoying Min Yoongi guy. But why are you the one on your knees now?

Ratings: 18+ ONLY!!! Minors do not interact.

Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents, Swearing, Oral

Au/Genre: Small town au, Smut

Word Count: 4.3K

🐙 a/n: inspired by when i was processing some papers a few days ago and everything was just pure hassle ugh…anyway, this is just smut.. umm.. im ovulating lol sorry not sorry

🐙 Masterlist / AskMe!

You’ve always known you’re a city girl at heart, despite being born and raised on a small island. Although you look forward to visiting your parents at least once a year, you’ve never seen yourself settling into the slow, quiet life of your hometown.

The island looks like a postcard come to life—pristine waterfalls, lush mountains, and white sand beaches, it’s the perfect vacation destination. Everyone knows everyone.

And while you love the sense of community that comes with it, you’re not a fan of how everyone seems to know everyone’s business.

People tend to be nosy about everyone's life. You let Jake walk you home in the morning, and by lunch, everyone thinks you’re dating. By supper, you’re pregnant.

Life in the city has been everything y ou need—a good-paying corporate job that lets you work remotely, a cozy apartment nestled among great cafes, and a small but tight-knit circle of friends.

Despite the crowds, the city offers you something the island never could: anonymity and the freedom to just exist. Here, people are too busy minding their own lives to pry into yours, and that space feels more liberating than the island's open skies, ironically.

It’s a nice place to visit, but never a place to stay.

So when your parents called one day asking you to come home and take care of their small gift shop while your dad recovered from an illness, you hesitated. First, you’d miss the coffee shops around your apartment because, let’s face it, they don’t have those on the island. Second, you had no idea how long you’d be gone, unsure of how long it would take for your dad to fully recover and get back on his feet.

But you love your parents and would do anything for them.

So, you packed your bags, hoping a month would be enough—after all, that’s all you packed for. You handed your apartment keys (duplicates) to your friends so they could check in for emergencies, then hugged them goodbye. You promised to stay in touch through video calls and regular updates, but deep down, you knew it wouldn’t be easy. Between different work schedules and the island’s crappy reception, staying connected was bound to be a challenge.

The moment you arrived on the island, you took a deep breath of fresh, crisp air. You always did this—it was one thing you genuinely missed about the place. Your mom picked you up from the airport and hugged you tightly.

In a regretful tone, she said, “I’m so glad you’re here. I’m sorry you had to come, honey. Your dad’s condition is getting worse by the day, and I just can’t keep running the shop on my own—”

“Mom, it’s fine,” you cut her off gently. “I’m glad I’m here, and I’m sorry about Dad. He’ll be okay. Everything’s going to be okay, alright?”

She had been so apologetic about the situation, knowing how much you disliked staying too long.

The first few weeks were a whirlwind. Your mom showed you the ropes, and while you’d helped out in the past—manning the cashier or receiving orders—it was an entirely different challenge to actually run the gift shop. Thankfully, Namjoon, your childhood friend, your parents’ “unofficial son", and also your co-manager, had been helping you a lot. Working with someone close to both you and your parents made everything feel a little more bearable.

Managing the shop was exhausting, but when you were told you’d need to process some paperwork at the town hall, you realized things were about to get even harder.

After a grueling one-hour drive, you arrived at the town hall, immediately noticing the long queue at the Business Licensing Office. It took a frustrating 40 minutes before your number was finally called. Approaching the front desk, you explained the reason for your visit and handed over your documents.

The staff scanned them and, after a moment, informed you that your documents were no longer valid and that you would need to restart the entire process from step one.

You told her, "This doesn’t make sense.”

She glanced at it before replying, "It’s a new rule from the mayor’s office. I’m sorry."

A beat.

You couldn’t believe this. This was ridiculous. You weren’t one to make a scene, but it wasn’t unreasonable to ask for a manager when there was a legitimate issue, right?

Before you knew it, you firmly said, “I’d like to speak to your manager. Or your head. Or whoever is in charge of this department. Right now.”

The poor girl eyes widened with anxiety. “This is the process, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“I understand,” you said, holding your ground. “But I still need to speak to someone in charge.”

She left and went to the door behind her. After a few minutes, she got back and told you to follow her inside the room.

When you step into the room, you see a man with a dark hair behind a massive desk, his attention absorbed by a mountain of paperwork. The sound of your footsteps barely registers as he flicks his gaze up briefly, then returns to writing, his face impassive.

"Please, sit down. I'm Min Yoongi, the head of this office. How can I help you?" His tone is firm but detached, like he's got somewhere else to be, like you're an interruption he’s forced to deal with.

You take a breath, steeling yourself, and sit across from him. "I understand you have a new process in place, but this doesn’t makes sense and its making everyone’s lives difficult," you say, voice steady but the frustration you've been carrying slipping into your words.

He doesn’t even look up. "Could you elaborate on which part of the new process is making everyone’s lives difficult?" His voice is flat, uninterested, as he continues to scribble.

You clench your jaw. "Your staff told me I need to go back to step one. When was this new process implemented, and why wasn’t anyone informed sooner?”

“This new rule is from the Mayor's office,” he replies, still focused on his paperwork, his tone detached. “If you have a problem with it, you can take it upstairs.”

His words hit you like a slap in the face. "No," you snap, leaning forward. "You are the head of this office, right? Then you take it upstairs." Your voice cracks with barely contained anger.

His eyes flick to you for a split second, then back to his papers. "I’m just following orders from above."

"Just blindly following orders? Even when they’re nonsense?" You’re seething, barely keeping it together. "Do you swallow whatever they feed you without question? No backbone at all?" Words spilling out before you can stop them.

This time, you have his attention. He sets his pen down, finally looking at you. His gaze is sharp, amused, as though he’s studying you.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t catch your name," he says, his voice almost calm, like he’s trying to reset the tension in the room.

"YN," you cut him off, not in the mood for pleasantries. You’re done with the small talk. "Let’s cut to the chase."

YN," he repeats slowly, almost savoring your name. "As I mentioned earlier, this new rule originates from the Mayor's office. It has been enforced by higher authorities, and unfortunately, it's beyond our control."

"But does it make sense to you?" You almost hiss the words. You are so frustrated you feel the heat in your ears. "If it does, then I’ll walk out of here and do whatever bullshit you’re telling me, but I need to know if it makes sense to you."

His gaze doesn’t waver, but something flickers in his eyes. "It doesn’t," he admits, his voice low. "But what I think doesn’t matter. My hands are tied here. There's nothing we can do. Trust me, we tried."

"So, you know it’s nonsense, but you still follow? And you call yourself the head of this department?" You feel acid in your throat. Your words burn.

"I am," he says, his voice suddenly colder. "Until the end of the week. After that, someone else will take over. You can come back next week and maybe get a different answer."

The indifference in his voice is like a slap. You stare at him, your mind spinning. Is this a joke? The sheer incompetence in this place is maddening.

You feel the anger rise. Before you can stop yourself, the words burst out.

"You know what?" You glance at the nameplate on his table facing you. "Min Yoongi? Suck a dick!"

You stand up, your pulse racing, and storm toward the door. But before you step out, you turn back, rage flooding your chest, and you spit the final words. "And choke on it."

You don’t wait for a response. You slam the door behind you, the sound echoing down the hallway, your heart still pounding, your hands trembling with the anger.

Min Yoongi is a sensible man. Always the voice of reason, with a clear head on his shoulders. He’s able to see every side of the story and offer solid advice when it counts.

And that's exactly why he's laughing now—like a damn madman—because his staff is still standing there with her mouth hanging open after you stormed out. And here he is, laughing.

It was almost as if a whirlwind had just swept through his office. He cocked his head, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened. He was caught between admiration for your boldness and disbelief at your audacity.

But to be fair, he could’ve been nicer when he was talking to you. He could’ve put on a more customer service-y tone, you know? But honestly, he was just done. Done with repeating the same damn thing over and over this week.

When he was first told about the new process, he went to the mayor and laid it out—how ridiculous it was, how they needed to delay it, give people time to adjust. Just like you said.

But if there's one thing working in government taught him, it’s this: You can’t stop a system built on corruption and incompetence. You can delay it, maybe make it more palatable for people, but you can never truly change it.

And that’s what he did. He tried to delay it, but the changes were final, along with many other decisions in the town hall. That’s why he resigned, and this week is his last.

Because honestly, they can all suck a dick and choke on it.

You went home that night and told Namjoon about everything that went down. He was wide-eyed the entire time, laughing at your boldness.

He offered to take care of the paperwork for you, especially since he knew almost everyone in town. You thankfully accepted, but you'd have to manage the shop alone while he handled it.

After a stressful week, you decided to go with Namjoon to a beach party to unwind. It was a cozy little bar with soft lighting and a bonfire. The moment you stepped in, you felt your stress melt away, the sound of music, laughter, and chatter filling the air. It had been so long since you allowed yourself to just relax.

As you talked to Namjoon and his friends, you caught sight of someone across the room. Was that… The guy from the town hall? What was his name—Min Yoongi?

He was sitting at a table in the corner, surrounded by friends, his eyes locked on you with a smirk that made you want to wipe it right off his face. He was wearing an oversized short-sleeve shirt with a tropical leaf print, paired with a black undershirt and accessorized with silver necklaces and bracelets. Ok??? Why he kinda look… hot??

Nah, you shook your head. It was just that you hadn’t been with anyone in a while, plus you were ovulating. You quickly pushed the thought away.

He remained looking at you as he drank from his highball glass. You squinted your eyes at him in mockery, then rolled them.

Childish? Yeah, but you didn’t think you’d ever be friends with him. Freaking rude!

But Yoongi’s gaze didn’t leave you. He watched you talk to others, sipping on his drink. His mind went back to that moment in his office. That filthy mouth.

There’s a town fair this weekend, so you decide to close the shop and finally experience it. You’ve never had the chance before, and you're excited.

You head to the town with Namjoon and wander through the bazaar, checking out every stand. The town is alive with excitement and vibrant colors, and you can't help but feel joy.

You wore a short white sundress, feeling the warm breeze against your skin. You’d bought flowers from one of the stands, excited to give them to your dad, and as you strolled with Namjoon, ice cream in hand, you couldn’t help but feel the energy of the fair all around you.

Then, you spotted him.

Again.

It's a small town, after all.

Min Yoongi. Casual in a black tee, jeans, and a damn man bun. His hair tied up like that made you feel warmer than you should. He was strolling with his friends, laughing and flashing that gummy smile, looking effortlessly cool and youthful. But then, his eyes met yours. The smile shifted, twisting into a lopsided, cocky grin.

He gave you a once over and you shot him the same look and rolled your eyes.

He’s annoying.

He’s hot.

Yep, you are definitely ovulating.

The night came, and after giving your dad the flowers and setting aside the things you bought from the bazaar in the corner of your room, you head back to the fair with Namjoon to enjoy the festivities.

The town fair was already beautiful in the daylight, but when night fell, it transformed into something even more breathtaking. Lights twinkled like stars and the decorations danced with colors. It felt as if you’d stepped into a fairy tale.

You couldn’t help but admire the effort everyone put in to make this happen.

Namjoon had gone off to grab more drinks for you, but he still hadn’t come back. He was probably swept away or cornered somewhere—bro couldn’t help himself when given the chance to yap. Left alone in the corner, you absentmindedly sipped from your red cup, lost in the festive buzz around you.

Then, you heard a voice. “I like this look on you.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. That deep, almost raspy voice, slow drawl, lazily dragging out each word. Like someone who’s drunk, but somehow his words are clear.

Ugh. Min Yoongi.

So you turned, eyebrows raised. “What look?”

“Mouth shut.” He said, settling beside you, sipping his red cup, eyes scanning around.

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want?”

“Seems like your tall friend left you.”

“Mind your business.”

“I am.” His gaze lingered on you, scanning your face.

You narrowed your eyes. “For someone who didn’t have much to say last time, you sure talk a lot tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow. “For someone with a lot of filth to say, you’re pretty stingy with words tonight.”

You sigh as you face him. "You know, I kinda like that look on you, too."

He smirks, that lopsided, cocky grin spreading across his face, like he already knows what you're trying to say. "What look?"

You lean in, your voice low but dripping with mockery. "Mouth shut."

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut. You tried to cover it, but good lord, you just couldn’t. Because Min Yoongi is devastatingly good with his tongue.

After the heated back-and-forth in the open field, a quiet, simmering tension lingered between you two. Then, everything blurred. The next thing you knew, he was striding toward his car, parked far from the light, hidden in the shadows. Without a second thought, you followed him. Every step was deliberate, charged with intent.

Now, his face is buried between your thighs, your legs draped over his shoulders as you both occupy the cramped space of the backseat. You don’t know how you ended here. All you know is that your dress barely clings to you, bunched up around your stomach, leaving your chest exposed, nipples hard and sensitive from all his sucking.

Your panties dangle desperately from one foot as Yoongi devours you with all his might.

 His tongue is relentless, lapping at your folds like a man on a mission, his grip on your hips so tight you’re certain it’ll leave bruises. He’s so incredible—so fucking incredible—that your mind spins. Sure, you’ve been eaten out before, but this? This is just–

“Oh my g-god!” Your fist tangle in his dark, silky hair as you grind against his mouth, desperate for more. He chuckles, the vibration against your core sending a shiver down your spine.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your slick skin before flattening his tongue over your clit. The pressure makes you buck your hips and moan, your attempt to control your sound failing miserably.

“F-fuck, Yoongi—holy shit,” you gasp, as he slides his middle finger inside you, curling perfectly upward, his lips never leaving your clit as he sucks and licks with maddening precision.

He starts slow, teasing, and your legs tremble with overstimulation.

“Yeah? That feel good, huh?��� he rasps, his hooded eyes locked onto yours.

You can’t form a coherent response, his name spilling from your lips between moans and profanities.

When he adds a second finger, it has your head tilting back, a loud moan escaping as he pumps into you steadily, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers. Each curl, each flick, drives you closer to the edge, and you’re completely at his mercy.

“Ohh god, fuuuck—I’mmmngh close,” you mewl, your legs trembling as your fingers tighten in his hair.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even falter, just lets out a low, satisfied laugh as he licks up the slick dripping from your center. His fingers pump into you faster now, each thrust hitting that spot, and the knot in your core coils tighter and tighter.

“Gonna come for me?” he asks, voice husky and teasing.

You nod frantically, your breath hitching, unable to force the words past your lips.

“I asked you a question,” he growls, and gave you a sharp slap to your cunt.

“Y-yes! Fuck, please!” you cry, your voice breaking. This motherfucker. But holy shit—the sting makes you gasp, and before you can process the sensation, his tongue is back on your clit, relentless and unforgiving.

And then it happens. His fingers pump faster, deeper, curling just right, and with one last flick of his tongue, you shatter. You come hard, your body arching off the seat, thighs trembling uncontrollably as your climax takes over your body.

You haven’t fully gathered your thoughts when his lips crash back onto yours, and suddenly, you’re tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss is deep and messy and before you know it, he’s pulling you up to straddle him.

That’s when you realize—he’s still fully clothed. The contrasting sensation of his rough jeans against your bare thighs, while you’re so exposed and undone, is making you want more.

His tongue leaves your mouth to trail along your jaw, hot and wet, before settling on the sensitive spot of your neck. He sucks and licks, his hands palming your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples, and you arch into his touch. Soft moans escape you as the heat pools more and more between your legs.

Your shaky hands reach for his belt, undoing it as he bucks his hips up to help you strip him. The moment his pants are out of the way and your wet, sensitive folds brush against his hardness, you instinctively grind along his length. The low hiss that escapes him is almost feral.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice strained. “You’re gonna make me come like this.”

His head falls back, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw clenches. His grip tightens on your waist, guiding your movements. You can feel every inch of his hardness pressing against your soaked core, and it’s almost too much. The heat, the friction—it’s unbearable. You grind against him with ease, your slick making each movement effortless, drawing shaky breaths from his chest.

The air is thick with the sound of your panting breaths and the faint creak of the car seat beneath you. Yoongi shifts just enough to reach for something, his movements deliberate. Then, there’s a pause, followed by a low, frustrated groan.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “I ran out of condoms, babe.”

Your body hums with heat, desire drowning out all reason. The words are out before you think.

“Then I want you to fuck my throat.”

His lips twitch into a crooked smirk, that infuriating cockiness flashing across his face as he sinks back into the seat, “Yeah? Thought you’d never ask.”

Without hesitation, you slide off the him and onto the floor between his legs. The space is cramped, your knees pressing against the unforgiving surface, but none of it matters. You need him. He adjusts, settling deeper into the seat, giving you more room as he stares down at you.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice dropping an octave, his dark eyes following your every move. “Look at you. Knew you’d look so good on your knees.”

You don’t respond. Instead, you reach for him, wrapping your fingers around his cock—thick, heavy, and already leaking. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, catching the faint glow from a distant streetlight outside the window. So big, so pretty, and you can’t help but admire it before giving it a slow, deliberate pump.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, head falling back for just a moment before his hooded gaze snaps to you again. His hand finds its way to your hair, fingers tangling through the strands—not pushing—yet.

You flick your tongue against the head, tasting the salt of him, and his hips twitch in response. Slowly, you take him into your mouth, inch by inch, letting him stretch your lips as you hollow your cheeks. A shaky curse falls from his mouth, his grip tightening slightly as you take him deeper.

“That’s it,” he hisses, voice rough and dripping with disbelief. “Knew that mouth would feel fucking perfect.”

You hum around him, sending vibrations down his length, and a strangled groan rips from his throat. His hips jerk forward instinctively, and you glance up at him through your lashes, teasing as you pull back just enough to swirl your tongue around the tip.

“Don’t—” he chokes out, jaw clenching tight. “—fucking tease me right now.”

Your smirk is fleeting, because you’re already sinking back down, taking him deeper. You relax your throat, breathing through your nose as he fills your mouth inch by inch until he hits the back. His control finally snaps.

“Goddamn it,” he grits out, his voice strained. His hips roll forward, slow at first, as his hand holds your head steady. You let him take control, let him use you the way he needs. His movements grow harder, faster, fucking into your mouth until tears prick at the corners of your eyes and spit pools at the sides of your lips.

“You like this, huh?” he growls, eyes locked on you as your nails dig into his thighs for balance. “Fucking your face, letting me use that pretty little mouth?”

The words make your core throb, heat pooling between your legs. You gagged when he thrusts deeper, pushing your head down and holding you there. Tears streak your cheeks, your throat stretching as he groans, his voice rough and unrestrained.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, gaze dark and primal. “So pretty for me. Choking around my cock like a filthy little slut.”

His words make you moan around him, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through his body. His grip tightens, his hips stuttering as his breathing grows ragged and uneven.

“Baby—shit—I’m gonna—”

With one final thrust, he slams you down onto him, his cock pulsing as he spills into your throat. A guttural groan rips from his chest, his body trembling, shuddering through his release. You take everything he gives you, swallowing every drop as he holds you there, panting hard.

When he finally lets go, you pull back, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. Your lips are swollen, your cheeks streaked with tears, and you look up at him with a smug little smirk.

Yoongi leans back against the seat, his chest still heaving as he catches his breath. A dark, breathless chuckle escapes him, and his fingers find their way to your face, gently wiping away your tears and fixing your messy hair lazily.

“‘Suck a dick and choke on it,’ huh?” he murmurs, that cocky grin plastered across his face.

You roll your eyes, but you let him pull you up. He helps you to your knees, his hands surprisingly gentle as he tucks himself back into his pants and you adjust your clothes. You both make a hasty effort to smooth your hair, stealing quick glances out the window to make sure no one saw.

Once you’re both settled, Yoongi leans in, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. "I’ve got condoms at home, you wanna see?” he mutters, eyes glinting with mischief.

Exhausted, you roll your eyes again and flash him a playful grin.

You check your phone, and you see three messages from Namjoon.

Joonie: Wru? I got cornered by some friends Joonie: Yo! Cant find u! Joonie: Jimin saw u go with Yoongi to his car??? Are u guys fucking???

You almost choke on your own saliva when you read the third one.

Shit. This Min Yoongi guy is definitely going to be trouble.

[manmuncher777]

Hiiii! I absolutely love your writing and I would be so so so happy to see more nsfw sharing gojo and geto x fem reader. I have searched everywhere and I swear this is the hardest thing to find 😭😭 I don't really have any specific requests for whats involved, so you have free rein! Except I would prefer no anal involved (boo party pooper i know). Anyways, if you have time to get to this that would be amazing, thanks!!

Hello my love! Thank you so much im so glad you like my writing, and of course, I would be more than happy to oblige ;) hope you enjoyyyyy

The room was thick with heat — low, guttural sounds filling the air, the heavy scent of sweat and sex coating every surface.

Gojo had you pinned down first, grinning wickedly as he fucked into you slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world —

his snowy hair sticking to his forehead, his pale skin flushed pink as he watched you come apart beneath him.

“Look at you,” he purred, voice dripping with smugness, “taking it so well, baby.”

He gave a particularly brutal thrust that made you whimper —

your fingers clawing at his arms, feeling the flex of his muscles under your desperate grip.

Behind him, Suguru was lounging lazily against the headboard —

dark eyes hooded, a slow smirk curving his mouth as he watched you break.

“You’re gonna save some for me, yeah?” Suguru drawled, voice low and rough, a dangerous glint in his gaze.

“You know she can take it,” Satoru shot back, not missing a beat, dragging his cock out slow just to slam back into you hard enough to knock a cry from your lips.

Suguru chuckled darkly, pushing off the headboard and sliding closer.

He ran his fingers through your hair —

tilted your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him.

“So pretty when you cry,” he murmured, thumbing a tear off your cheek, all mock-gentle —

before slipping his thumb into your mouth, groaning low when you sucked on it like you couldn’t help yourself

“She’s fucking perfect,” Satoru groaned, hips slamming into you faster now, getting sloppy, getting desperate.

You were a wreck —

every nerve lit up and raw, your body trembling between them —

the pleasure too much, not enough, addictive in the way only they could make it.

When Satoru finally pulled out, it was with a low curse and a filthy promise muttered against your skin —

and before you could even recover, Suguru was grabbing your hips, flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing.

“Now it’s my turn,” he growled against your ear, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your dripping folds, savoring the way you whined for him.

“Be a good girl for me, too, yeah?”

You could only sob out a desperate yes, clutching the sheets as Suguru shoved into you in one brutal, breathtaking thrust —

stretching you all over again, filling you so deep you could barely breathe.

Satoru was already in front of you again, smirking, lazy and cruel.

“You didn’t think you were getting a break, did you?” he teased, fisting your hair gently to guide your mouth to his cock.

“Come on, baby. Show us how good you can be.”

Between the two of them, you didn’t stand a chance —

used, ruined, worshiped —

drowned in the overwhelming, devastating way they adored you,

the way they fucked you like they couldn’t get enough.

And judging by the way they touched you —

by the way Suguru growled against your back and Satoru moaned your name like a prayer —

they never would.

[emo-trash101]

since your rodrick request are open

some bf head cannons for him?? 🤗💗

OMG I WOULD LOVE TO DO THIS???? UHM YIPPEE

Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Pronouns: Second person, referenced boyfriend meme but it can be taken in any way

TW: Stinky bro, Greg, uh more stinky

- So first off, general headcannons is he def is like, bisexual. His eyeliner is too good for him to be straight/j

- Also his main love languages are definitely acts of service and touch

- But onto like, genuine relationship thingy

- As much as I love him, he is a stinky little guy dude

- He showers like, once a week maximum, and washes his clothes somehow less. It takes copious amounts of coaxing to get him to start legitimately showering

- He obviously listens to you better than his parents, so he starts showering a little more than he did before (his family thanks you)

- mind you he goes from like, 1 shower a week to 2.5 so I mean progress is progress

- Speaking of his family, Susan loves you regardless of your gender

- She's just glad that someone is getting him to be a functioning member of society instead of a dirty mole rat

- Greg is uh...freaky bro

- he writes about you in his journal (you get ur own goofy stick figure) and either low-key has a crush on you or actually despises you with his entire being

- It depends on if you're a lot like Rodrick or if you have that sweet charm turned on for him family

- Frank is actually terrified of y'all's relationship ending, because he was getting tired of yelling at Rodrick to turn his music down, or clean his room, and you actually get him to do that

- He has a heart attack every time Rodrick does some stupid shit or you both get into a spat

- Luckily apology kisses are an actual thing

- He also is chronically obsessed with PDA

- Whether it's the dining table, living room, school, random store, bro is in contact with you in some way

- He also considers taking you to random places as dates

- For y'all's first date he took you to a random forest and carved your initials into a tree

- And then you both got crappy gas station food and hung out at the park

- You also became manager of the band???

- You literally didn't apply for the position but you have it now

- It causes some... interesting arguments

- Rodrick is possessive, to like a goofy ah degree

- So if any of the band members are checking you out for like, any reason, he's calling them out

- or just loudly playing his drums to annoy the guy away from you

- he gives, I got that dog in me and the dog is a Chihuahua vibes

- but he's sweet with you

- He likes to just lay on your lap and let you play with his hair

- And he kisses kinda low-key bad at first, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm

- He's so happy you're with him, like incredibly happy

- This picture is actually him on a daily basis

- Every time you show up at his house for literally any reason he gets a huge dorky smile on his face and he's just like "Yeah Greg, my partner is here"

- Greg is not amused

- But you are :)

GUYS I PROMISE I LOVE HIM AND HIS STINK IM JUST MEAN 🙏🙏🙏

Anyways make sure you eat food and drink water 🫶

[dissociativedollcherry]

✮⋆˙ DIGITAL SILENCE ୨୧

YANDERE MR.PUZZLES X READER WHOS IN SMG4'S CREW.

A/N:Yahoo! im back babeyyy,way better now and, btw ik smg4's fandom isnt that famous and this will probably only get 2/3 views, but im doing this anyways, this is NOT PROOFREAD edit: this aged like milk

Type: Headcanons, romantic, fluff/light angst.

Tw/Cw: Yandere topics, he hypnotizes you, obsessive behavior, paranoia, delusion, possessiveness, overprotection, suggestive(?), he literally worships you so much, emotional dependence .

Song recommendation: Creative control - Mr puzzles

୨୧ He got so hooked up on you, and he doesnt know how or why, but he just knew he needed you when he first landed his cameras on you, you were so captivating, he had to understand why.

୨୧ Before he hypnotized everyone, he kept a big eye on you, that were blissfully unaware of his obsession or existence, sometimes he got so excited of looking at you that he almost got to capture you to himself, but he had to control himself, he could do that later.

୨୧ When puzzles finally hypnotized everyone, he needed to see you first than EVERYBODY else and my god, you were so precious and beautiful in person, he couldnt get enough from looking at you, he was so glad he finally got to see your pretty face in person.

୨୧ During the shows, whenever you were on screen, he would display you always as the most perfect character in the story and sometimes he would even insert himself in them just to be more close to you or to be your love interest.

୨୧ He enjoys watching your performances so much, you were just made for the screens! you easily highlighted yourself in every show, even if you were just standing, or staying in the background, he would pay attention to you everytime, every single move you do or word you say, he is paying full attention.

୨୧ He would be extra touchy with you, since he was very lonely when a child, he would take all the years of him wishing there was someone to hug him and etc. On you, he would be soo touch starved.

୨୧ Puzzles would get a bit paranoid and feared when you get your conscience back, he tried to comfort himself with the "they'll never know" mindset, protected by the delusion that he did the right thing of hypnotizing you.

୨୧ Puzzles would panic when you got your conscience and memories back, but relieved that you wouldnt remember the stories where he inserted himself in so he could be creepily more close to you.

୨୧ But when he heard you also wanted to leave, he was furious, how could his own darling try and leave him?! hes the one who can make u a real star, the real deal, and the others are just... second characters, how can you want to stay with such pesky brats?! they were nothing compared to you!

୨୧ But he didnt blame you, you were with those weirdos since the beginning consequently making you not even know half of your potential since you were brainwashed by that pesky crew, so, he had to show you that your place was with him, on the big screens with only him, nobody else.

୨୧ If you wanted to stay with him or not didnt really matter, you were in his reality, he could make you his whenever, he just felt like giving you the illusion of a choice in hopes you would "choose" the right decision. (hes not insane at all! hes just silly!)

୨୧ You were his precious puppet, his puppet, his companion, he couldnt let you leave, no, he couldnt, he needs you and you will need him, he would show you your place, he eventually would.

୨୧ "When i saw you, i instantly knew that you were a natural star, so be good and stay with me, okay?"

[chongoblog]

SCREW IT IM GONNA TOOT MY OWN HORN FOR A BIT

So it's been like a month since I put up my last big mashup, and the response has been awesome. I wanted to talk about all the little bits I put in there, because frankly, I put a lot of love into it, and I want to share it! Here's the video of the mashup with the music video (which is a big part of it.)

First of all, shoutouts to Shoocharu for the incredible animation for the original MV. I've found him to always have the best Game Grumps animations, and his abilities work perfectly for this music video.

Okay, now just to talk about all the Silly Jokes and Bits and Stuff. A lot of these were noticed by comments (and shoutouts to them! I love seeing people get these)

-Ska Cha Cha is used as a reference to the name of the actual song "Transcendental Cha Cha Cha". Close enough.

-A couple samples are used multiple times at different points in the song. For "Tik Tok", "Ska Cha Cha" and "Down" it makes sense since it's the chorus of the song. However, I also bring back "I'm Blue" and "Toxic" because in the original song, those samples are played over the lyrics "The universe is getting colder, colder. Still every universe somehow got Zumba". Those lyrics are repeated at the end of the song, showing how what was once madness is now being embraced. I thought playing those samples again with the full mix was appropriate.

-And yes, in the two appearances of The Void in the music video, MEGALOVANIA plays because he looks kinda like Sans.

-"words, words, words" was a super interesting inclusion. At first I added it because of the lyric "Just relax..." which is a lyric during that portion of Transcendental Cha Cha Cha. Also, not only did "here's two facts" thematically work well (since the song was about to discuss two separate universes) but it also perfectly aligned rhythmically. Also, that "words, words, words" line might be one of my favorite pre-choruses ever.

-I included Cruel Angel's Thesis at someone else's suggestion, but I'm really glad they suggested it. I actually start it with a somewhat heavy low pass filter before slowly fading off it because I thought it sounded cooler.

-I included "Harder Better Faster Stronger" during that portion because Tom's vocal effects sound similar.

-Cha Cha Slide matches perfectly since the lyrics of Transcendental Cha Cha Cha are also "Slide to the left....slide to the right". Incredibly proud of the little breakdown I included during the mix-up portion.

-"Sometimes this song, it sounds like" segment is referencing myself, since over the years I have developed my own patterns. Sometimes the song does indeed sound like Crawling (plus funny commercial next to it. Again...patterns) and sometimes it does sound like All Star (shoutouts to Star Shop)

-The Mighty B! Theme slaps actually.

-I felt like I had to include the Peanut Butter Jelly snippet, since "it's everything and nothing, it's a baseball bat" sounded almost like it was a direct reference to it. I wanted to include the original Tom Cardy lyric on top of that one both to hammer home the joke and also because I thought the harmonic vocals layered perfectly onto Peanut Butter Jelly Time would make for a nice touch.

-Every time I saw someone notice that I put the "God Dammit" directly after Never Gonna Give You Up to imply that he was mad about getting rick rolled, I gained a year of my life.

-Keeping the "Blink!" from the original song I felt was useful to help kinda punctuate the wildly different samples I was using.

-"Money Game" and "Money Money Money" being played over the French Revolution. Completely unrelated, but have you noticed how much wealth inequality we're facing here in America? That's interesting.

-"Closer" and "Closer" is such an easy joke. In fact it's so easy I've done it before. Did it anyway lmao

-During the big buildup, "Larger Than Life" was used mostly because I hadn't used that song before and I thought it was time. "Dare" was put in because I think that the vocals work really well to naturally create a sense of buildup (unless it's the Live version). "Brain Power" was put in to replicate the noise gate that Tom put on his extended note.

-Monkey Watch and Mr Brightside. Again! Patterns!

-toes

So yeah that's Transcendental Fever Dream. I'm sure if I had more time and excuses to talk about all the nitty gritty details and choices made I'd do it, but I think this is a pretty big breakdown. Something's always felt kinda Big about this one. I think that save for Super Smashup, this is the best mashup I've ever made, and I think it acts as a sort of a culmination of these last 7 years or so of mashups. No idea what the future holds, but if it comes from love, then it's gonna be great.

Thanks for reading.

[firefly--bright]

omg hi boo! how do u think jean would like to spend his bday w his s/o ??

HII!! sorry for the late reply </3 school work is crushing me :') also i didnt know if you wanted canonverse or modern au, but i went with modern au because i cannot take the pain canon brought to us. lmk if youd like the canonverse hcs tho!

✿ okay, so jean would def be one of those people who says "guys cmon its not that big of a deal, i dont need a huge party," but 100% wants a big party. or atleast big enough to where all his friends are present.

✿ so naturally, connie takes the lead on that, and since he's the worst at keeping surprises, it eventually slips out. jean gets to know (through the grapevine, he'd claim, but you and marco exchange a knowing glance that knows that connie told him. right from the source.)

✿ anyway. since he knows this now, he lowkey just wants a chill day in with you before the party actually starts. he doesnt want to do much except for maybe spend time with you - in any form.

✿ you surprise him in the morning by waking him up with kisses and some breakfast. he's not the best at staying awake, so naturally he had slept the night before as soon as the clock struck 12. honestly, considering him, it was commendable. so this was the first birthday wish he got, and he was glad it was from you :3

✿ he wakes up a little grumbly, asking you for "five more minutes," with his head stuffed into his pillow by the end of that statement, and youre kind enough to give him five minutes exactly. but whoops you dont want the food to get cold and you miss his stupid fucking face. so you wake him up again through his complaints, and have to resort to waving a peice of pancake under his nose s othe smell would wake him up.

✿ he's forever a topless sleeper. sorry i need you guys to imagine that. he wakes up with a sleepy smirk, right, and youre like "ok im gonna get ur special bday breakfast" and he stops you with his hand on your wrist and asks you to "stop running away from me," "im literally just gonna bring you breakfast." "later. c'mere. bday boy rules." god hes such a bitch. and you have to compy because of the afforementioned bday boy rules.

✿ anyway. by the time he gets to the pancakes, theyre cold. oh no. whoops. haha what can you do about that. he nods with his eyes closed at his first bite, giving you all the approval you needed even before he opened his mouth.

✿ the party started at like. 7 pm. right. but till then, jean wants to spend the day attached to you. hip to hip. lip to lip honestly, with this guy, but you had to bake his own cake which he wasnt letting you do

✿ he plays his favourite songs on the record player that he stole from his dad and asks you for a mandatory dance - and again, how can you ever refuse - and yes, you trip, and yes, he shows you how to do it "properly" and yes, you make fun of the fact that he took dancing lessons like three months before prom jsut to "be prepared".

youre in-between laughs as the record spins under the needle, saying, "i mean, its sweet," and he's rolling his eyes, "i was a teenager and sweaty and embarassed about the fact that i couldnt - can you stop laughing-"

✿ anyway. even while youre baking the cake, he's stealing bites of the whipped cream and the chocolate. not because he truly is hungry, he just really wants to annoy the shit out of you. he'll never admit it but he loves the look you get on your face when youre annoyed, looking at him with an unimpressed expression. he thinks its cute.

✿ you guys get ready for the party together, and right before that, you ask him if he wants to do face masks with you and he thinks youre joking at first but youre dead serious. he complies. acts like he doesnt like it. flinches a little at how cold it is when it first touches his face. idiot. but then he gets into it and is like "are you not gonna make me wear those hairbands?" "...you want that?" "no, just... like what if my hair gets in the way, yknow? just so it doesnt... get in my eyes." "right. just because of that."

✿ anyway. did i mention before that he's clingy in an observant way. like he wants to know everything youre doing, right, so while youre getting ready after he's done, he's observing everything youre putting on. every outfit decision, every jewellery. "i think you should go with the other one." "yeah?" "yeah. goes with your eyes." and he doesnt realize that its. that he's saying something meaningful to you. idiot i hate him

✿ before you leave, you give him his gift - a perfume is the obvious choice because he just in general likes them, but you'd also made him a very elaborate card along with those rings and candles that he'd wanted but would never buy for himself </3 he almost cries at the card and it's contents. his hand is over his mouth and his blinking them away at every turn ugh.

✿ oh best believe his mom also had called him in the morning to wish him. after saying his thank yous and talking a bit though, she immediately wanted to talk to you. he got lowkey a lil pouty after that. not that he cares though, ofc. ofc.

IM SO SORRY this took so long :( i hope you liked it though! i love this guy. i hope he never dies

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

would love to see a pt 2 where he continues to give her tiny gifts because he doesn’t know reader knows! then one day she finally gives him a gift of his own and he then gets the guts to actually ask her out on a proper date :,)

this is so cute! im so glad lots of you wanted a part 2 :) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

secret admirer part 2

miguel o’hara x f reader

wc || 949

part 1 -> here

masterlist

It had been nearly two weeks since you found out the identity of your secret admirer, and to say you were shocked would be an understatement. You never thought Miguel would think of you in that way. Sure, he's attractive, sometimes charming and occasionally funny, but you'd never thought he'd be interested in you like you were him. 

You've always had a thing for him, but who wouldn't? Ever since you joined the Spider Society, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. You found yourself thinking about him more often and dreaming about him almost every night. You knew it was silly as he'd never reciprocate those same feelings, so when you found out he was the one who gave you the rose, the thought of it all went to your head. 

For the first couple of days, you couldn't quite believe it. You'd find yourself thinking it must've been a mistake, a simple misunderstanding, something you were incorrectly interpreting. But all those wary thoughts were reassured when you received another gift on your desk the following day, a spider charm bracelet.

Every day since then, you found small, thoughtful presents in your office, cute little gestures; like the type of chocolate you've secretly been craving, a cup of coffee you'd desperately need when it gets to 3 pm, a fresh bouquet of flowers to brighten up your space, a new pack of pens when all your others ran out, just anything he thought you might want or need. All these tiny, considerate actions made it impossibly harder to contain your feelings towards him. He didn't know you knew, and you wanted to keep it that way, for the time being anyway. 

So for the last two weeks, you've received an abundance of gifts from your not-so-secret admirer, which has given you a little boost in confidence, like it made you want to do something bold, something in return. You want to give him something back, something that shows you care about him, something that shows how you feel. You wanted to express your repressed feelings, but though his feelings were clear through gifts, you were still uncertain of his intention. You didn't want to embarrass yourself, especially in front of Miguel. If he rejected you, you knew word would get around HQ, and there isn't a way back from that.

You didn't let those feelings deter you. You thought you'd start small, build up to something, build up to something bigger, but you didn't know what. Miguel is naturally a very closed-off man. A man with a thick exterior, rightfully so after everything, and so you were unsure what to give him, what he might like, what he might need. 

You wanted to give him something special, something thoughtful, just like all the gifts he got for you. For the moment, you settled on a generic and brief heartfelt note and a coffee, as he seemed like he needed one. 

'Thank you for all of my lovely gifts. I really appreciate all of the thought you put in. It made me feel so special

Love from your secret admirer’

You wrote the note in your best handwriting, adding hearts over your 'i's before folding it in half. You walk down to the cafeteria and order Miguel's go-to hot pick-me-up drink and a cupcake for you. You slot the note into the heat protector sleeve and pull out the corner so it can be noticed. 

Your knees were like jelly as you made your way to his office. Your nerves were unbearable, but you reassured yourself, thinking of all positive outcomes.

You flatten over your hair and straighten your clothes as you nibble your lips, adding a touch of colour to your face before knocking on his office door.

"Yeah?" he huffs in his usual way.

"Hi. Sorry is this a bad time?" you ask, cautiously making your way inside.

"Querida," (darling) he smiles, now speaking sweet and gentle. "What can I do for you?" his expression instantly softens at your presence. The moment he heard your voice, he melted inside. He'd become an uncharacteristic ball of mush around you. And it was happening right now. "You okay?" he asks, noticing the tense look on your face.

'Querida'? 'Querida'? he called you that often, but you didn't know what it meant. Why did he call you that? You shake off the feeling and walk closer to him. "Yeah—yeah. I got something for you. Thought you might need it," you smile, extending your hand. 

He softly chuckles as he strolls over to you, accidentally brushing over your fingers as he takes the cup from you. "How much?" he asks, sitting at the edge of his desk, facing you. He notices the quizzical look on your face and grins. "For the coffee, cariño. (honey) How much do I owe you?" 

"Oh—oh. No, it's free. It's on me," you smile, watching Miguel's lips sheepishly curl up. "It's a thank you,"

His head cocks to the side with intrigue. "A 'thank you'?" he repeats.

"Yeah," you smile. "Look in the sleeve," you nod towards his hand.

His eyes squint in confusion as he slides down the protector sleeve. He notices the note, and his features instantly lift, brightening almost.

He's silent for a few moments as he reads your letter. He's quiet, far too quiet, and it's making you nervous. It's only two sentences. Why is he still looking at it? Did he feel embarrassed for you?

His gaze finally meets yours, and his eyes soften, but you can still see a hint of something behind them, something uncertain, something apprehensive. 

"I want to take you out for dinner— tonight. Are you free tonight?" 

[sharksfrommars]

woah, what’s this? Part 3 of Dad Stan?

Part 1 | part 2 | part 4

it’s what you all been waiting for. I’m honestly shocked at how much people like it? I’m not a very good writer, technically speaking, but I try my best. But seriously, thank you. The response to this has been CRAZY.

anyway, im so sorry for what your about to read. Please direct all your death threats to my inbox (/j don’t sent actual death threats obvs)

Stan and his small child hang out with a slightly deranged man

“YOU CAN’T TRICK ME, BILL!” Ford yelled. This definitely wasn’t what Stan was expecting. He held Lola close and took a deep breath.

“Look, Ford, I think you need help”

“HELP DESTROYING THE UNIVERSE! You WOULD say that, Bill, that is SO like you. And the NERVE to show up as my BROTHER? He had NOTHING to do with this. And NOTHING you do can convince me to open the poRTAL!” 

Ford got incredibly close to Stan’s face. Stan was glad that he had forgotten about the crossbow. He was less glad that Ford seemed a bit unstable and deranged. Drugs really seemed like it was the only explanation. Stan felt Lola let go of his leg as Ford continued rant and rave utter nonsense directly into Stan’s face.

Then Ford stopped. He looked into Stan’s eyes for a long while. Stan looked back, taking note of each scarlet blood vessel that stained the whites of his brother’s eyes. Something in Ford’s gaze softened and he backed off.

“You’re not Bill” he stated. “You’re Stanley”

Stan scoffed. “Yeah, pointdexter. I coulda told you that, if ya hadn’t shoved a crossbow in my face.”

Ford blinked. He scratched his bandaged hand, blood leaking through the gauze. Stan looked at it, concerned.

“Look, Sixer-“

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Ford yelled, slapping Stan.

Suddenly, Lola got between them, crossbow in hand, pointed at Stanford.

“DON’T TOUCH MY DAD!” She yelled, as she struggled to hold up the crossbow. It was half her size. Stan held in a giggle. It was kind of cute, really. It reminded Stan of last year, when he taught Lola gun safety and how to shoot ‘just in case’. Except the crossbow was much heavier.

Ford stared, like a deer in headlights. Lola’s legs shook.

“Step away from Stan, or I’ll shoot ya!” She said, a slight quaver in her voice. Ford looked to Stan.

“You bought a little girl?” Ford questioned. Stan sighed, placing his hand on Lola’s head.

“Put the crossbow down, sweetie”

“But Stan! He’s going to hurt you!”

Stan looked up at Ford with an unimpressed glare.

“Well let’s ask him.” He said, “Ford. Are ya gonna hurt me, or is Lola gonna have to stick a crossbow in your privates?”

Ford stared like a startled fox, before shaking his head.

“No. No im not going to hurt you, Stanley.” 

Stan smiled.

“See, Lola! No need to worry.”

Lola carefully put the crossbow on the ground, and pulled on Stan’s sleeve. Stan picked her up.

“So, Ford. Ya gonna let us inside?”

Ford slowly nodded. “Yes… of course, come in.”

“NO!” Lola screamed. 

“Gee, kid, ya tryna deafen me?”

Lola grabbed Stan’s face and very seriously stared him down.

“We need to get Lizard.”

“Lizard?” Ford asked, “you bought a lizard? From where?”

But Stan wasn’t listening, because he knew this gambit. 

The town they lived in before Forks, they had to leave because Rico’s boys had found Stan. They had caught Stan and Lola trying to escape town, and had tied Stan up in a shady warehouse. Lola was only 3, and was obviously terrified. But she was smart, smarter than Stan would have been at her age. She started screaming for Lizard, to the point where Rico’s boys were getting annoyed. Once Stan explained that Lizard was her toy that she left in the car, they took her to grab lizard. Whilst at the car though, she picked up Stan’s gun, the one he left in the glovebox, and his switchblade. 

Stan still had no idea how she came up with it. Didn’t know whether it was on impulse on her part, or an intentional plan. But thanks to her quick thinking, they got out of there unscathed.

Since then, Lola always left Lizard in the car when they went somewhere new. And if she felt unsafe, she would go back to get him, and whatever else she figured she’d need, usually dragging Stan with her.

 It meant she thought Stan should bring his gun.

Lola really didn’t trust Stanford. Honestly, Stan could understand why. He did just threaten them with a crossbow. He seemed out of it. He didn’t want to go into his brother’s house gun’s blazing. He could feel Lola shaking in his arms. He knew she was putting up a brave face.

“Alright, sweetheart.” Stan said, before turning to Ford. “Sorry, Ford, we just gotta get Lola’s favourite toy from the car. We’ll be back in a minute”

Stan sat Lola in the back seat. She was clutching Lizard close as Stan stuck his handgun into his waistband, hidden by his jacket.

“Ya okay, kid?” He asked.

Lola mumbled into Lizard. She had tears in her eyes.

“Sorry, Lola. Didn’t catch that.”

Lola looked up at Stan with wide wet eyes.

“I want to go home” she weeped, “it’s scary. I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

Stan gave her a hug, and kissed the top of her head.

“I know, baby. Its alright”

“C-can we go home, Stan”

“Not yet, kid. I’m gonna need ya to be brave, just for a little while, Okay?”

She sobbed into Stan’s shoulder. 

“Stan, I had a bad dream. That you were gonna go away…”

Stan held her tighter.

“I ain’t going anywhere, kid. I’m sticking with ya for as long as you want.”

It took a while for Lola to calm down, and when they returned to the house, they saw Ford sitting on the doorstep with his head in his hands. He looked like he’d hit Rock bottom. Once Ford saw Stan and Lola coming, he quickly stood up, wiping ‘dirt’ off his shirt. Unfortunately, Ford’s hand was bleeding, so he ended up spreading blood all down his front. He didn’t notice.

“I’m sorry for my hospitality, I’m a little …on edge” Ford said.

“Gee, really?”

“Now Stanley, do you want to introduce me to your daughter?”

“She ain’t my daughter.”

“But she called you-“

Lola interrupted Ford by blowing a raspberry as he tried to speak.

“Lola.” Stan said, “do you want to introduce yourself?”

Lola shook her head vehemently. “Lizard says he’s stinky.”

“Alright.” Said Stan. “You don’t have to”

He looked at Ford. “We gotta talk. And not in the snow.”

So Ford led Stan inside. Ford’s house was a mess. All sorts of weird science gizmos were spread all over the place, and there were masses of notes on every surface. It was unreasonably cold and dark inside, and it had an unsettling combination of odours. Ozone and mould, blood and sweat. Burning hair, strange chemicals, rotting meat. It was nasty.

“Lizard was right. You ARE stinky” Lola said. Stan was still carrying her, and she was still clutching onto lizard. Stan laughed.

“Seriously, pointdexter. Do you ever clean?”

Ford turned around, and gave the two of them a haunting glare, and started to cry blood out of his right eye.

“I haven’t really had the time…”

“Woah, Ford. You need medical attention. We gotta get ya to a hospital-“

“NO!”

Stan hasn’t realised he was reaching out with his free hand until Ford slapped away. Stan got a serious look on his face, and he readjusted his hold on Lola. She had buried her head in lizard again.

“Ford, what’s going on.”

Ford fiddled with his hands, and looked around erratically.

“Ford, please, let me help you.”

Ford seemed to collapse into himself, and glared suspiciously.

“What are you doing here, Stanley?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here? You called ME! You think I was gonna let ya just jump into a frozen lake and die?”

“What… that was real?”  Ford looked dazed.

“Was that- YES FORD IT WAS REAL. Real and SCARY! I started driving AS SOON AS YOU CALLED, hoping that you hadn’t done something STUPID.”

“Oh”

Ford collapsed with his head in his hands. “You should have just ignored it, Stanley.”

Stan sat down next to Ford. “And let my favourite brother die? As if”

Lola squirmed in Stan’s arms, so he put her down. She stood at Stan’s side and pointed accusingly to Ford.

“Why are you mean on the phone?” She asked 

“I wanna know that too. Ya gave Lola a right scare. How did you know that stuff about her?” said Stan.

Ford seemed to consider something, before standing up suddenly.

“Alright. I’ve got to show you something.”

Lola clung to Stan’s back as Ford lead them past a sci-fi looking door and down a long flight of stairs. Ford was spouting nonsense about how he had doomed the world. Stan didn’t really get what this had to do with the fact he that Ford was clearly sick and bleeding. 

“So who’s the Bill guy?” Stan asked.

“He’s… not important. It doesn’t matter. I have to destroy the portal.”

“Portal?” Asked Stan.

Just then, doors opened revealing a massive triangular machine, that whirred and buzzed with power. Stan stood, mouth agape. Lola screamed, and started crying.

“STAN!” She cried, “we need to go home NOW. It gonna eat you!”

Stan bought Lola to his front, comforting her.

“I told ya, lo. I ain’t going anywhere. That machine ain’t gonna hurt us.” He said.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Stanley.” Ford said, a grave look on his face, “this is a trans dimensional gateway, my greatest creation, and my biggest mistake.”

“A what now?”

“It’s a doorway to hell…” whispered Lola.

Concern grew on Ford’s face. “Stanley, how does the child know about the portal?”

He was starting to look panicked. Lola had started crying again. Stan looked between them.

“Stanley, what does the child know?” Ford said, inching closer. Lola pulled away, jumping from Stan’s arms and running. She found a corner to hide in, clutching Lizard tight. Ford made to follow, but Stan stopped him.

“Ford, you’re scaring her.”

“I’m not going to hurt her, I just need to check her eyes”

“No you don’t. What’s going on.”

“Yes I do, Stanley, the fate of the world is at stake! If I’ve let Him in here, then it’s over for ALL of us.”

Ford was getting agitated, as he stormed to where Lola was hiding. Lola screamed, so Stan shoved him.

“Ford, leave her alone! Just tell me what’s going on!”

“IVE RUINED EVERYTHING” Ford cried. There was a crazy look in his eyes, all paranoia and edge.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“I can’t sleep, Stanley! If I do, He gets what He wants. I can’t do that!”

Stan has one explanation, one thing that made any sense at all.

“Ford, what have you been taking”, he said, placing his hands on Ford’s shoulders.

“What? What are you talking about?” Ford said, shoving Stan’s off of him. “You, you think I’m doing drugs?” 

“Look, Ford, there’s no shame in -“

Ford shoved Stan. “Are you insane? Why would you think I’m on drugs? I’m not some…some…”

“Some what? What do you want me to think, Ford? Ya haven’t said a single thing that’s made a lick of sense. You CALLED me and you don’t even remember!”

“It WASN’T ME THAT CALLED YOU”

“OH REALLY? THAN WHO WAS IT? BECAUSE IT SURE SOUNDED LIKE YOU.”

“WHY WOULD I CALL YOU?? WHAT COULD I POSSIBLY NEED YOUR HELP FOR?”

“I drove here for 8 HOURS STRAIGHT. Through a SNOWSTORM. Because YOU CALLED ME saying you were going to COMMIT SUICIDE. I came here to HELP YOU cus you sounded like you needed it.”

“I never ASKED YOU TO COME”

Stan and Ford were in each other’s faces now, red with anger. Stan felt tears sting his eyes.

“No, you didn’t. Cause you ‘Never loved me’, that right? You just wanted me to know that?  I looked put for you our ENTIRE LIVES and you think I’m just a waste of space.”

“You didn’t look out for me when you BROKE MY SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT”

“Sweet Moses you’re STILL ON THAT? Newsflash Sixer, ya had a good life anyway. Ya got a fancy house and fancy degree, and enough college money to build a FUCKING TRIANGLE.”

Ford saw red, he shoved Stan, right into red hot metal. Stan screamed, and Lola ran up to him.

“STAN!” She cried as she went to him. Ford went to help Stan too, but Lola bit him.

“GO AWAY” she yelled, as she reached for Stan’s gun. She pointed it at Ford, who immediately put his hands up.

“Ok… ok… I’m stepping away” Ford said, slowly walking backwards. Stan started to get up.

“Put the gun down, Lola. He’s not gonna hurt anyone” Stan said.

“He already hurted you” she cried, dropping the gun 

“I know, baby. I know. This was a bad idea. Let’s go home”

“Stanley, stay” said Ford, “at least let me tend to your wound”

“Don’t fucking speak to me, Stanford.” Said Stan as he carried Lola back up the stairs. He heard Ford sob as he left, but he didn’t have it in him to care. He was tired, and this whole thing was stupid. It was stupid that Stan actually thought that Ford would take his help, and it was even more stupid to think Ford cared about him at all. That call should have made that obvious.

As they trekked up the stairs, Stan was quiet. He felt empty, like something was missing. He’d lost Ford before, a lot, but this time felt real. It felt like the end.

Then, Lola gasped, struggling out of Stan’s arms. “I left Lizard!” She cried, running down the stairs. Stan chased after her.

“Lola wait” he cried as she rushed off. “LOLA”

He chased after her, but she was quick. She got to the bottom before him. And he heard her scream, followed by a creepy, psychotic laugh.

Lola was clutching Lizard, as ‘Ford’ approached her. It was like her nightmare, with those terrifying yellow eyes and a laugh that came straight from hell. CNN

“I GOTTA HAND IT TO YA, KID. YOU SURE GOT GUTS COMING BACK DOWN HERE!”

He’s holding Stan’s gun, stumbling towards her like a Zombie.

“Ya know. I shoulda known that frilly bastard would be watching. They tried once. Bet they didn’t expect it to backfire so SPECTACULARLY.”

Ford’s face was grinning horrifically wide. Lola couldn’t move, it was all she could do to stay standing. Ford’s inhuman eyes were locked on the axolotl plush’s deeply looking face

“Hope you’re happy, Axy! I’m getting EVERYTHING I WA-“

Stan burst in with a punch. A shot rang out through Stan’s shoulder.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER, YOU PSYCHOPATHIC SON OF A BITCH!” He yelled, his shoulder burning and bleeding. He tried to wrestle the gun out of Ford’s hands. Ford laughed.

“OOO SPARE PARTS IS BACK TOO? SIXER’S GONNA LOVE IT WHEN I STRING YOU UP BY YOUR INTESTINES AND HANG YOU IN HIS ROOM!”

“Shut the fuck up, Ford!” 

They knocked a lever, Ford’s body on the ground. Stan punched Ford, breaking his glasses.

“HAJHAHAHAHA!” Ford laughed, “SIXER TRIED SO HARD TO STOP ME, BUT THEN HE JUST HANDED IT TO ME. I GUESS ITS TIME FOR ME TO MAKE MY GRAND ENTRANCE”

And with that Ford fell limp. Stan didn’t notice, not until Ford pushed him off.

“Stanley stop! I’m sorry! That wasn’t-“

Ford pushed Stan off of him, but he didn’t fall back. He floated. Lola was crying, and Stan tried to reach for her.

“Ford! What’s going on!”

Ford tried to reach, he really did. But the world went silent and slow, and nothing Ford tried would reach him. He saw Lola run towards the portal. Ford stopped her, as she shook and bit and screamed. He saw the look in Stan’s eyes. He was scared. Ford cursed himself, cursed Stanley, cursed Bill and cursed the entire goddamn world. Stan’s eyes met Ford’s, full of disappointment and betrayal and maybe some understanding. He knew he was going to die. He turned to Lola.

“Lola, I love you.” He said, his body bathed in sickeningly blue light. 

“DADDY NO! COME BACK” Lola wailed. But the portal was sputtering closed now. It collapsed on itself. Leaving Stan stranded 

Ford could only stare, as Lola pleaded to the portal, made infinite promises. She was only little, she didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand. But she could blame.

Lola stood up, once it became clear that there was no bringing Stan back. She stared Ford down, with as much rage as she could hold.

“I HATE YOU!” She screamed. And she ran out of the basement, out of the house, into the blizzard outside.

Ford knew he had to make it up to Stan. If Stan was even alive in there. But still, it took him a moment too long to go looking for her